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shooters, being wounded a third time in the fleshy part 

 of the leg, and a little later grazed in the arm and ear. Who 

 can tell the agony of that long day in the burning heat of 

 a tropic sun ! But his courage never faltered and he greeted 

 each comrade with a wan smile and pressure of the hand. 



Heroes are forged on anvils hot with pain 



And splendid courage comes but with the test. 



It is a beautiful incident that, as he lay there, at inter- 

 vals amid the crash and uproar of the battle there came 

 to his ears the familiar sounds of his childhood. In the 

 village but a few hundred yards distant the cackling of 

 hens and the crowing of cocks could be distinctly heard. 

 The Bob Whites were calling to their mates, and the 

 hoodios, a species of daw, flying from tree to tree, were 

 calling in strange, but pleasant notes. 



Removed to the field hospital, he seemed troubled at 

 the presence of so many wounded men, and at his own 

 request was placed in a small shelter tent under a mango 

 tree. And here, watched over by his faithful sergeant, 

 George Kaltschmidt, he lingered on through that soft 

 moonlit night till the end came. 



An hour before the dawn the forest birds stir uneasily 

 in their sleep. They are dreaming of the day. An hour before 

 the dawn, his trembling spirit, struggling from its mortal 

 frame, flew upward and found rest. The dawn of that 

 great day which comes to all alike, had come to him, 

 and on his wondering eyes there broke the glories of a 

 never-ending life. 



My friends, "there is no heroic poem in the world but 

 is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; and also it may 



